The truth is always a compound of two half- truths, and you never reach it, because there is always something more to say.
Van was screaming something and Jolu was shouting and I looked at them for a second and that was when someone put a coarse.
It really doesn't matter if the person who hurt you deserves to be forgiven. Forgiveness is a gift you give yourself. You have things to do and you want to move on.
Look at all the sentences which seem true and question them.
Could you imagine how horrible things would be if we always told others how we felt? Life would be intolerably bearable.
Go through your phone book, call people and ask them to drive you to the airport. The ones who will drive you are your true friends. The rest aren't bad people; they're just acquaintances.
If you aren't fired with enthusiasm, you will be fired with enthusiasm.